Chapter 36
Harold continued to shield his eyes as they slowly adapted to the fluorescent lights inside the elevator. His eyes felt as if they’d been sandpapered. Whether it was a hangover from being drugged twice in the last two days, spending almost that entire time inside a steel box, or that he and Kate reeked badly enough from their multiple incarcerations to make his eyes water, he didn’t know.
The door pinged a cheerful welcome at the sixty-sixth floor.
“Where the hell are we?” His throat was so dry it came out as a croak.
“My apartment. Top of the Chrysler Building. It was Paul’s idea really. Floors sixty-six through sixty-eight used to be the Cloud Club. It was the most exclusive men’s club in the thirties and forties. Now we own it, long-term lease actually.”
The elevator ope
